December 12, 2012

"Hey! Slow Down."

"Hey! Slow Down." By John R. Greenwood

"Hey, Slow Down."

Not that the calendar would listen even if it heard me, but if it would just slow down a little bit and go at my pace, I would really appreciate it. On this momentous day of 12.12.12., I happened to be down in my cellar where I pretend to stay fit by working out a few mornings a week. My mind was wandering as it does quite often and I realized what day it was. I looked over to the back of Gym Dungeon and noticed an old Thomas Oil Calendar. I thought it might be fun to use it as a blog post saluting this once in a life time calendar date. To my surprise it happened to be a December calendar. In fact it was December 1967. My mind took off in flight again. I was 12 years old on December 12, 1967. Whoa, call TAPS. This was getting freaky--not really, just a fun coincidence. But it did sort of stop me in my tracks. These months are flying off the wall like days, the days like seconds. I have way too much left to do. I want more months on this calendar. Can't we come up with a 13, 14, and 15? How about a Lovember, Fishober, and a Baconary? Something to really look forward to.

It's not growing older that bothers me, I'm over that. I tried to slow that clock down once by trying to smother the grey hair with Just For Men. I ended up looking like Lucy Riccardo and had fifty truck drivers calling me Big Red. That ended that flight from reality. I embrace my age (not really) with open arms, I simply want a guarantee I will get to everything I want to get to. Raining Iguanas has been a Fountain Of Youth pill for me. It has given me a place to express anything I want to express. It doesn't care what I look like or whether my shoes are tied. I can simply run with the ball until I run out of steam. After all, isn't that what we all want. Money doesn't make happiness. It can help facilitate certain things. If it weren't for this wonderful computer Mrs. G. blessed me with I certainly would not be enjoying my life in cyberspace as much as I do. I guess slowing down the calendar is probably not going to happen in my lifetime but it did get the grey matter under the grey that doesn't matter moving. And that is the point I wanted to leave you with. It is fun to look back. If you have been here before you know I lean a little nostalgic, but that isn't where life is going on. It's going on outside the picture window and it's not waiting for anyone. If you have something to say, you better say it. If you have a desire to see the Grand Canyon you better hurry it won't be there much longer (actually it will be there for a really long time I just wanted to see if you were paying attention). There is a lot to do out there. So grab your camera like the bear cub in the picture and take off in some direction just like he is here. Just don't knock over the coffee pot on your way out.

John, You have put a fire under me today with this post! I am going to start considering how I will use the extra time in the 3 new months! I'm afraid 3 extra months each year won't be enough, but will suffice for getting started! Oh, happy minutes, days , months, and years! Diane

John, great writing. As a very dear Aunt said to me, (and I hope I don't depress you, ) The older you get, the faster the days/months/ years, go. I have found her correct. But as you can see, I am trying to see and do as much as I can. Yes the Grand Canyon will be there long after we are gone, but the days we have left to see it are dwindling. (and it is an amazing place!!). I was 11 in 1967, and your post got me thinking what my life was like way back then. Mickey Mantle was still a Yankee, (about to retire) No one really had heard of Joe Namath, YET... Our youth was spent watching 3 TV stations, on one black and white TV. (Dad controlled the remote.......which is a polite way of saying he told us kids which channel to put on). In december of 67, we all were eagerly waiting for Christmas, and that terrific time off from school. If it snowed, even a little we could be found at the local sleigh ride hill. If no snow we were probably shooting hoops, very clumsily as it was cold and we had a couple layers on. But in our youth, we couldn't imagine what things would be like when we would be 56. (that seemed so old to us then, our dads weren't even 50 yet!!)Who would have thought we would all have a phone in our pocket, and could call each other from anywhere. Or there would be hundreds of TV channels to choose from. Or Cartoons would have their own network, not just saturday Morning!!. I often think what changes our kids and grandkids will see. What will life be like in 2062, when my grandson will be around our age. Oh well, great writing again john. I love how you get me thinking.

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